I found another podcast – as if I need more – for my listening pleasure.
IT’s comedy which is a necessary antidote to all my politics podcasts AND it’s hosted by Dan Savage, only my most favorite and most trusted relationship and sex advice columnist. It’s called Hot Mic With Dan Savage.
It’s people telling funny/interesting personal stories about sex. The second episode was called Ghost Story which was by far the sexiest thing I’ve heard in a long time, before the ghosting part, natch. But the first episode, Indecent Proposal was the funniest thing I’ve heard in a long time.
I laughed my ass off, backed it up, and listened again so I could laugh some more. Naturally I had to tell my friends about it by quoting one of the best lines from the piece, which is something I normally do.
I dunno, that whole exchange just made my day.
In other news, I got some more chickens to replace the gals I gave to the nice lady up Sunshine Canyon.
She has a couple rescued Danes and something about seeing their faces above the baby gate made me miss Blue sooo much. I just love those flappy lips and their basso profundo barks. It felt good to get some serious Dane time.
I found twelve pullets for sale on Craigslist in Weld County and loaded them into the minivan.
I don’t know how I am the one who ends up driving to BFE but I find it very satisfying to transfer a flock to our newly cleaned out coop.
These girls are Buff Orpingtons, White Rocks, and one Silver Lace Wyandot. They don’t know how to do anything.
The first night I had to transfer all of them to the roosts in the coop and the next morning I had to show them how to get down.
We gave the Silkies watermelon for the first time and Daisy got her topknot so messy that I had to give her a bath.
I’m all about the animal husbandry these days but I wouldn’t have it any other way. A passerby asked me if I grew up on a farm … far from it. She wondered where I got my love of animals from.
I definitely got some of it from my mom, she loved our cats, but I like to think that I got some of it from my step-mom who at one point had 24 cats.
She lived on a dead-end street in a rural area and the locals knew they could drop cats off at her place. She provided spay and neutering, veterinary care, beds and a litter box for each and every one of those cats in the garage she converted into a shelter for them.
Now she’s down to one cat but I remember visiting her and bottle feeding kittens. To be clear, I DON’T WANT 24 CATS, I once had four cats at that was too many (they didn’t get along, vindictive peeing everywhere, etc.) but I loved the way she just did it.
I’ve been “just doing it” a lot lately, stay tuned.